Thursday, April 7, 2016

Reluctant
doesn’t begin to describe bride to be Taylea Johnson.Dressed in her bridal finery, all she can
think about is her first love, Micah “Davy” Crockett, who vanished from her
life ten years ago.She isn’t in love with
Matthew Whittington III, the groom, and when the long absent Davy shows up,
she’s willing to run away with him instead of getting married.He has a lot of explanations to make and so
does she but the love they once shared remains vital.She soon learns there was much more behind
his sudden departure than she knew. Both her family and the groom she left at
the altar have secrets.She has to
decide whose love is true and who she will marry after all.

Barefoot Bride is my latest Romance On The Go release from Evernight Publishing. It's designed to be a short read, maybe even in one sitting, perfect for an afternoon or evening of reading pleasure, to enjoy on the train or subway or bus during a commute, or just to read. It's a second chance at romance story and since brides remain popular in our culture, I think it's one readers will enjoy.

Here's a little taste from the story:

The
man she still loved laughed. “Then get out of that dress and let’s get gone
before someone comes looking for you.I’m not in a mood to deal with your family or answer a bunch of
questions. If you trust me – if you still love me, let’s go.”

Davy
jerked the veil from her head and bobby pins dropped to the floor, each with a
soft ping.Her hair tumbled free as she
turned around. “Unzip me, please, then turn around.”

When
he did both things, Taylea stepped out of the dress and dropped it to the floor
in a shimmering pool of satin, lace, and tulle.She reached for the clothes she’d worn to the church and pulled on the
jeans, then the blouse.“I’m dressed
now, Davy.”

Above,
the unmistakable notes of the wedding march began. “C’mon.”

Taylea
took his offered hand, held it tight, and ran with him into the hallway.They dashed through the kitchen and exited
into the alley. “This way,” he said. He wasn’t winded but she needed to catch
her breath.

“Wait,
Davy,” she said.

Micah
grinned. “I can’t believe you still call me that, but I like it.”

From inside the church, the music came to an abrupt
halt. Any minute, she expected her parents and the wedding guests to burst
outside but Davy paused. Despite the potential for discovery, he kissed
her.His mouth raked over hers with
ravenous force and intense hunger.The
heat from his lips seared hers: the flame, she thought, to her candle, bright and
white-hot.

Like it? Want some more? Here are the links....and there's a small discount at both Evernight Publishing's website and on Bookstrand!

Remember, next up will be Slattery's Sin. Don't you wonder what it is?

Living
in California, working undercover is still surreal for Louisiana native Pride
Slattery.He stands out – because of his
unusual name, his military service in Iraq, and even his disability.Although he’s never quite adjusted to Los
Angeles, he remains in place because he’s lost any enthusiasm for the future. One
day is just like another and he’s schooled himself not to care. Things change,
however, when he rescues a stolen purse for a beautiful woman, Sabetha Hill,
who turns out to be from back home.He
risks his heart for the first time in years as events propel him closer to an
unexpected future.When he’s billed as a
hero at a traffic accident, Pride is unmasked as a federal agent and danger
looms ahead for both him and his lady. Someone will live, someone will die, and
whether or not there can be a happy ending rests in Pride’s hands.